Evolution

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Dear Beethoven by Bike friends. It is nearly 6 years since I set out with Sir Galahad.

The journey had many chapters and my life was truly enriched by the countries, landscapes and people I encountered.

The journey has continued, of course and in different forms.

Recently I have decided to place my “journeying” under one umbrella, which will be called “Journey as Art”

Beethoven by Bike seekers and followers, you will be directed automatically to this page, which has a more up to date look and will be a bit more versatile.

So don’t be put off if at first you do not see quite what you expected to see….. all is well, and I hope you will like the new look.

There may be one or two teething issues while people far cleverer than myself beaver away behind the scenes to make it all come together. Please be patient.

It’ll mean that there will be more space to organise and display my art work and I will easily be able to flag up events etc.

Looking forward to the next steps.

Greetings and gratitude

JennY

 

 

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Evolution

Dear Beethoven by Bike friends. It is nearly 6 years since I set out with Sir Galahad. 

The journey had many chapters and my life was truly enriched by the countries, landscapes and people I encountered. 

The journey has continued, of course and in different forms. 

Recently I have decided to place my “journeying” under one umbrella, which will be called “Journey as Art”

Beethoven by Bike seekers and followers, you will be directed automatically to this page, which has a more up to date look and will be a bit more versatile. 

So don’t  be put off if at first you do not see quite what you expected to see….. all is well, and I hope you will like the new look. 

There may be one or two teething issues while people far cleverer than myself beaver away behind the scenes to make it all come together. Please be patient. 

It’ll mean that there will be more space to organise and display my art work and I will easily be able to flag up events etc. 

Looking forward to the next steps. 

Greetings and gratitude

Jenny

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Hanging out with our Hands 

Please forgive my absence from these pages for so long.

I have been immersed in my Alexander Technique studies. 

After a truly inspiring fortnight in Germany with my new friends and colleagues in the German Alliance, I am looking forward to sharing the wealth of variety that I have been absorbing. 

Hanging out with our Hands” will be a lovely playful and profound way to explore many aspects of our hands and how they serve us. 

Do join me, share this with anyone who may be interested or invite me to your area!

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Test

Just testing

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Masks

There’s a lot you can do with wax. 

Layers and layers. 

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Ermattet, Klagend. Opus 110 / demolition

I’m just home, no, not quite “home”. Rather, back from a meeting where the subject was boarding school; and that which lurks behind the smile of survival. There was a picture of school trunks. I am still feeling very sick and shaky. 

Seemed an idea to look again at the work in progress. 

The wisdom of wax and casting of shadow. 

My little mannequins have been dipped, and the mask behind the mask, drenched. 

Indescribable, really.

Earlier the moon and the cathedral were so beautiful, while just yards away the Clarence hotel gaped in sad demolition. 

Sanctuary and dereliction in one and the same place. 


“Ermattet, Klagend”

(Exhausted, weeping)

Beethoven writes as his instruction for the second time round of the arioso dolente in the middle section of opus 110. 

He was almost demolished by despair over his failing health, yet rose in sheer will to blast his way out in the final fugue. 

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Who’s there?

I originally hit on a title for my “journey as art Facebook page and wrote “as a means of connection” among other things. I don’t always want to make a connection within myself. I don’t always feel capable of making a connection with others either. 

Every now and again when bits of me break through, it’s revealing and hard and beautiful all at once and in no reasonable order. 

This is a version of what I sense lay behind my bewildered, disconnected school-child self. 

Actually, it’s how I feel on duvet days too, all these years on.

I like the light touch in the expression “duvet day”. It’s a kind of friendly melancholy with a rueful smile. 

Meanwhile, the boarding school project continues to illuminate tough places. 
Working with clay, with gooey wet fingers, it literally softens the edges. 

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